Harrassment, in the name of Love? (By Bhabana Rabha)

So most of us do know what harrassment is, and what love is.

Harassment is well, a Verb.

Love is, a feeling, an action, its something infinite, which can’t be described in words alone.

So… While

  • Harrassment stings, love supports.
  • Harrassment is forceful, love is independent.
  • Harrassment breaks us down, but love renews the soul.
  • Harrassment kills a person inside, forever, while love builds a strong-willed individual.

But at the same time, we can also point out similarities between harassment and love… But we aren’t here to talk about how harassment is different or similar to love… We are here to talk about how, harassment is often used in the name of love.

Harrassment is not scolding your kid because she kicked her teachers in school. Harassment is not slapping around your loony friends because its fucking Slap Day in February.

Harrassment means harm.

🔵 When you hurt someone, either physically or mentally, for no greater good, but for your own damned pleasure, it means you have been harassing that someone. 🔵

Well, blaming an innocent someone that he or she is a harasser, while they are definitely innocent, is also a kind of harrassment, my dear.

In the name of something as pure as love, we harass. Yes. All of us have done it. Admit it, will ya? Perhaps not huge ones, but here and there, you must have done it sometime.

  • Kicked, punched or beaten up someone first?
  • Verbally mocked someone in front of them?
  • Did you ever backbite?
  • Ever put someone down, to save yourself and maintain your glory?
  • Ever threatened someone to the point of tears? (They may not have cried in front of you)
  • Left someone waiting for no gain of theirs?
  • Told brutal lies which were pointless, and only hurt someone?
  • Spread shameful rumours?
  • Body shamed someone?
  • Ever said ‘no’ to a person when your ‘yes’ could have done wonders for everyone?
  • Ever ignored some people, because you felt yourself to be more superior?

Did you ever? Now don’t mumble “Never have I ever…”

These are just small examples of harrassment I gave. The really big ones, I don’t even need to mention. We can hear about them almost everywhere… “The husband slapped the wife because she wasn’t giving her salary to him”, “The bullies have injured my son because he refused to take drugs”, and so on… Just so many examples are there. And, these things are so realistic, and yet so unbelievable unless it happens to us!

People rape, people molest in the name of love. Most importantly, they think harassment is a form of Self Love! They, for the sake of their own satisfaction, ruin people’s lives.

Please, do not use harrassment, in the name of love.


Movies or Books?

Heya🙋 fellas and peoples ^_^

WELCOME TO BHARAT SE NAMASTEY 🌹 (kudos to you all for bearing me since the last 15 years, and last 15 blogs)

Today we shall talk about movies… And maybe, books? But…… Books or movies? Or movies or books? 🐇

I really don’t know…


One thing I do know,

Once we read a book, we don’t find interest in the movie which is based on the same book. 🐇 As in, if you have read the Harry Potter books, then you wouldn’t think the movie is as good as the book itself!

And similarly, once we watch a movie, we don’t find the book it is based on, as interesting as the movie itself. 🐇 As in, if you have already watched the Harry Potter series on digital files, then you won’t be able to focus on reading the book!

Again, there are few exceptional people in this case, so I’m only discussing about the majority of movie + book fandom fellas.

Okay I am feeling sleepy🐰

Bye for now, beautiful ^_^

Love, Bhabana 👼.


Recently, I read in The perks of being a Wallflower, where the protagonist, 15 year old Charlie, made mixtapes a few times… And that was actually my first time when I understood what a Mixtape is.

A combination of songs and feelings and vibes and well, a piece of the person’s heart. ❤

That’s a mixtape, I think. ^_^

My brother recently made a Mixtape which he is playing loud now… And I’m lovin it! More than McDonald’s. (Well, honestly, I never even tasted anything from McDonald’s hehe^_^)

Some of the songs are…

  1. Tu Ashique
  2. No type

Hanuman Chalisa🙏 also…

And some more songs… I don’t know the names.

By the way, have a nice time wherever you are, whomever you are, my fellow bloggers🌸


Bhabana Rabha.

KKKG 💕 (Film Story)

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham💟

“Sometimes happiness, sometimes sadness”

That film which touched hearts just like KKHH 💞 Kuch kuch hota hai…

KKKG is a Bollywood movie… Which is basically based on romance, bromance, and love beyond one’s own religion.

In the story, actress Jaya Bachchan plays the mother of two brothers, played by Shah Rukh Khan and Hrithik Roshan as elder brother and younger brother respectively. The father, played by Amitabh Bachchan, is a rich person with high social status. He is orthodox and didn’t want his elder son to marry someone who is Muslim, and had already been thinking about the marriage of Shah Rukh with a Hindu girl, played by Rani Mukherjee. But his beloved son fell for a Muslim Girl from Chandni Chowk, played by actress Kajol Devgan. They married and left, after Amitabh said that Shah Rukh Khan cannot be his own blood. Such an intense emotional scene, and they left for London, till almost forever. When Hrithik found out many years later, the reason why his closer than anyone bro left the family… He vowed to unite them again. He went in the name of studying there, and soon met Boo, portrayed by Kareena Kapoor. They united as friends and later lovers, to help the family become one again. Fast forward… He was successful. Shahrukh and Kajol felt as if Hrithik was someone their own, when they didn’t know the truth. But then they finally knew… And the family becomes whole and completed again! Hoo Rayy💘

Things ended Happy again.

These sad parts of our life exist only because we need to acknowledge what makes us happy.

Otherwise things would be quite boring, right?

Now now, I take leave here, Thank you!

– Bhabana Rabha 🌸

Bipolar Disorder

Today I’m gonna be talking about how I, a 15 year old, am trying to live with what I have, I have Bipolar Disorder.

It’s pretty simple- it’s a mental disorder which makes the person experience intense moods of manic highs and depressive lows. It’s pretty common actually, especially in a densely populated country like India. But I assure you, I have met too few people whom I suspect have this same mental condition as me.

And, to say the least, though treatment could help, Bipolar disorder cannot be fully cured- it’s chronic. Even if a person does seem fully cured and over the illness, there is a great chance he or she would show the symptoms again. It’s like an addiction, only much more uncontrollable.

Now you might be thinking, “Oh she’s writing blogs which are quite sane, then how come she can have Bipolar Disorder?” Well, I’m not under medication or using therapy, but yeah I am still capable of controlling myself, at least, sometimes. I didn’t have it since birth, and none of my ancestral family members have gone through mental disorders, that is, as far as I know of.

My parents would, obviously, not believe me… Not that I didn’t try telling mom.

Because, the thing is, everyone may experience the symptoms of Bipolar disorder, but not altogether, and they are always temporary, and just common. So, experiences of symptoms merely, do not prove you have Bipolar Disorder, and, when you do get Bipolar Disorder, YOU WILL KNOW…


You become more and more attached and also detached to certain things, at the same time. You get more hobbies, and also lose many. You become indecisive, but your will grows stronger. – Bipolar disorder feels something just like that. Only difference between normality and of having the disorder, is that such feelings remain in your brain, all the damn time, and you never know what you need to do to calm yourself.

This condition isn’t anxiety, although anxiety is one of its symptoms. So, I would suggest you to keep calm, you may not be as mental as someone having Bipolar disorder.

As for me, I have all the symptoms of it, since past many years… And, I won’t probably be able to take therapy. Low on funds and yeah, it’s a casual issue for my immediate family. So, no therapy as long as I can control myself. And yeah. Mental. That I am. My eighth grade crush whispered that I’m mental, he said that to my other friend. Loser, I wish he dies asap.

Now now, I gotta shake my head and study stuff.

Good night fellows.


Bhabana Rabha.

Hopeless Love?

So. Hopeless Love. Right, that’s the title of today’s blog.

You know love?

The feeling that’s too good to be true and so completely innocent and blah blah and blah.

Well, love is Hopeless. I repeat, Hopeless.

Knock knock. Who’s there?

A hug for you.

And then kisses…

And some hugs….

Lastly, sex.

Then, the knock knocks STOP.


Wonder why??

Because love is hopeless.

When you feel its love, its always infatuation, and lust. An invitation for Destruction of our Mental health.

When it will be love, true love in its realest sense, then, you won’t even feel it. It will be proved to you that this love is real, and not be based on just mere feelings!

Bhabana Rabha ♥